The Next Time People very often say As sickness or death Looms closer in our path Intrudes into our life’s way “It’s better than the alternative.” Meaning I suppose As on their way they persist & go in whatever horrific condition to be alive Is better than life’s alternative, Death I shake my head, my tongue I bite Do they not know? Our God in the flesh, Spiked to man’s cruel piece of wood Dying in His own blood so red This one we call Savior, Christ Turned to another & said, Today with me will you be in My Paradise! Why do we not trust in His words What awaits for all who believe & stay loyal to this beautiful Christ Is so glorious a Paradise Free of all pain or strife New body, new way to exist Totally, completely a better New Life! A man, Once a fisherman by trade Until that most compelling day He heard Jesus of Nazareth say, “Come, follow me” In a letter this apostle wrote, Live as foreigners & exiles On this, a world so fallen So the next time I hear Someone say those words I will have to be honest, I fear, And be compelled to say No, I live & wait for a better way To Share in His Most Perfect & Newest of All My Days! 1 Peter 1:17 Since you call on a Father who judges each person’s work impartially, live out your time as foreigners here in reverent fear. 1 Peter 2:11 Dear Friends, I urge you, as foreigners and exiles, to abstain from sinful desires, which wage war against your soul.
Month: January 2022
Haiku for A Very Cold Winter’s Day
Haiku For A Very Cold Winter’s Day Eternity’s child Receives the gift of God’s smile Resting in Christ’s arms
Of Power A vision was given An impression received Beautiful yet frightening So clearly seen Yet sometimes even I find it Hard to believe That You would honor me With this vision Of Your holy one This angelic messenger Impressed was I Of that you can be sure In his great power & in silence he stood On a cloud so white In his full magnificent glory And Your Most Holy Might Beautiful, Over his skin’s surface dwelling Rainbow’s colors changing, moving Of Your spirit’s beauty was it telling His eyes full of so fierce a light It gave my heartbeat a moment’s fright Compelling, yet I yearned to turn away Yet held was I & stayed With one wink Destroyed could he have me Ferocious in his glory Showing only the story The completeness of Your Glory’s overwhelming power Although sometimes I think Does it take a slightest toll Upon the stronghold of my soul These dreams, these visions Yet I beg please, please do not scold Because I have from the very start In telling of had only best intentions For your soul’s peace of heart
I had a very terrible start in life. An orphan from birth, I was shuffled between an orphanage and foster care. I have known lovelessness and having nothing in life, but somehow God found me. Even at a very early age, say 9 or 10, I was able to feel a presence in my life. They said I was a highly sensitive child. An elder at our last church said I seemed to be a very spiritually sensitive person. I’m thankful to God for staying so close to me as I never really felt loved or that I really fit in anywhere even after I was adopted.
He has at times given me dreams and visions or impressions which I have talked about on this blog site. I pray I could make God feel more real for you.
We have a small second story balcony off the front of our townhouse. It’s up so high you get a panoramic view of the sky and the clouds. I was out on it one day when I felt I could envision a flat platform made of only clouds with more leading up to it. At the top was a very tall angel dressed in a short white tunic and holding a massive golden spear in his hand. His face was beautiful but frightening to look at, resembling a human face but not quite like a human’s. It was beautiful but frightening to look at. The overall impression was one of extreme, extreme POWER.
I think in our American culture and even in a large number of our churches we have lost a deep sense of spirituality and the knowledge of the existence of the supernatural or spiritual level of existence. There is more to the world than just what we see with our eyes.
I pray you will have a very blessed day. Try to stay safe and may God bless you today with the knowledge of His extreme love and power over all events down here. Praise God!!
If I Were You
If I Were You When you mess with me You mess with Him Because I belong to Him I am His precious child His beloved Bride Pure & holy At least in His eyes So, If I were you I would leave me alone! He will leave no stone Unturned To save me, redeem me Protect me Even though you think Destroyed I may be But Believe me I am not! At this place, this spot Where you think I am gone In heaven’s purest portals I rejoice again, again & again With the loudest of songs With His powerful angels I dance In pure joy For just to take one quickest glance At God’s face So again, if I were you I would leave me alone!
Get Out of The Way
Get Out of The Way Get out of the way A change is coming to stay Growing closer each & every day This world, HIS earth God is going to shake!! Everything around us Everything that is now seen Done away with Will it be Before our eyes Will it flee Death, evil, satan’s darkness Prepare your hearts Your very soul To transform, change us Save Us Has always been Christ’s deepest most heartfelt goal But heed the ancient Book’s warning All who refuse His Loving Voice For you, At His spectacular second coming, Will be no more second choice Put away, endlessly forever roaming In infinity’s Pain-filled Outer Darkness So prepare yourselves Get ready Remain in your faith Ever-Steady Watch as He comes This One & Only Son Once again to change, Re-create His Earth!!
Knee Deep There you are Knee deep in those waters Where most sense danger And then run & scatter Yet you have wandered outward Seemingly without a care All around you life’s flows never cease But do not be so foolish As to let all your follies increase Beware those seemingly Placid waters for now Do not upward rise quickly & underneath them drag you down God still cries, holds out arms To bring you home Back onto a safer ground Wishes for you to cease to roam No longer within his voice’s sound Or out of his love’s caresses Leave those roaring depths of satan’s dangers All those lurid temptations hold nothing but the cunning voice of a stranger Yield to Christ’s love flowing freely In His bright blood on a cross Step out of those cold dark powers That carry only the pain of sin’s deepest loss